The steps take us happy
And We breath
Antebellum heart, warm summer night
We climb under palmetto banner
Dreams of great generations
Be mine lovely
We will make all the right choices
And feel the tug of our destiny
Need we find the stars bolted down
Memories of hard times
The rockets have long gone quiet
The lights now of traffic in our time
You a perfect rose of tea
Me cordovan tips of wings and free
And all is mixed with clove
With no idea what it would be
Very nice meter in this. I love the kind of strained syntax in a line like "Me cordovan tips of wings and free". That's where the music is.
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